Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Our
writing relies on our perceptions, leading us down a bright or dark
path if that’s how we see the world but and are infinite in variety. For
instance in Dostoyevsky’s case appreciating and writing about appalling
privation because he himself experienced it as a starving writer and
Solzhenitsyn also as a state prisoner. Who can fail to be moved by the
young man’s utter destitution in Crime And Punishment, or the Gulag
convict fussing over his boots without which he would be a dead man
walking?

However,
there are also cases of a writer’s life being a stark contrast from her
or his writing, such as Guy de Maupassant who wrote beautifully and
auspiciously even as he lived a life of depression and ultimately wrote
as his epitaph: “I have coveted everything and taken pleasure in
nothing.” We
are a sum of our parts and at the same time we are a continuum,
experiencing myriad states of life most often without even realizing it,
with all aspects such as memories morphing into differing levels of
appreciation. We forget most events and remember only a fraction, and we
sometimes wish the two would transpose and we could forget that
pedestrian remark dad made and instead remember something he said about
mom when she was ill. If every single memory is still somewhere in our
brain, until and unless a method for total recall is discovered we are
forced to play with the cards we’re dealt; trudging through life with
limited recollections that we can mine for our writing. A week ago I had
a dream that I recognized as being a basis for a entire book as my
previous books have been, but within seconds I forgot it and it’s
clearly gone for good.If
we’re writing about a man whose girl friend has left him or vice versa,
it helps to have some memories under our belt about amorous
relationships. Writing blind about events with which we have no
experience can still work if we have learned about them from observation
or stories we heard from others, but it’s more problematic because more
care must be taken to attain plausibility.And
ultimately our writing style will likely be the decider, such as the
case of William Faulkner who gave up trying to mimic or emulate others
and just wrote in his own consciousness stream and prose based on his
experiences that eventually earned him universal praise and a Nobel
Prize for Literature.

His celestial companion was waiting for him

Precariously
climbing a sea-side cliff near Big Sur, ten-year-old Joey Blake was as
yet unaware that near his grasp was an object, so odd, mysterious and
alien to earth that it would change his life forever and the lives of
countless others in the next few astonishing days. Reaching up as far as
he could for a handhold it was just there; it had subconsciously lured
him, occupied his mind, and made him find it. It was like he was meant
to see and discover this object of unimaginable power … the power to
change reality.

Time travel and more

This
young adult series of sci-fi fantasy novels begins with The Reality
Master and continues through four other exciting and amazing stories
about time travel and mysterious alien devices. Joey and the reader will
face dangerous shadowy criminal organizations, agents of the NSA,
bizarre travelers from other times and even renegade California bikers
and scar-faced walking dead.